So here I am, on the early side of middle age (he says, optimistically), and what am I spending my mornings wondering about? My shoes.

At the same time that I’ve outgrown sneakers (let’s face it, when you’re in your mid-40s, sneakers belong in the gym, in the park, on the tennis court, and pretty much nowhere else), my feet are also much more prone to hurting like Hades by the end of the day.